Helping the Karlssons
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06/03/23 • -1 min
Church-going sisters approach the new help.
by mjar65 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again.
Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers.
Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn’t mind the attention of the male customers in the least.
Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he’d become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt.
Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife’s behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom.
Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she’d also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she’d seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words.
The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister’s. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her double D-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage.
Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out.
Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male.
Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he’d been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job.
He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow – the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day.
Tim wasn’t interested in chasing after the boss’s daughter – either of them – since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything.
He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn’t unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting – nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He’d assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father.
Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention t...
Church-going sisters approach the new help.
by mjar65 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again.
Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers.
Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn’t mind the attention of the male customers in the least.
Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he’d become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt.
Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife’s behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom.
Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she’d also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she’d seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words.
The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister’s. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her double D-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage.
Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out.
Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male.
Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he’d been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job.
He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow – the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day.
Tim wasn’t interested in chasing after the boss’s daughter – either of them – since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything.
He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn’t unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting – nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He’d assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father.
Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention t...
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Into the Depths
He smiled at me and then sat up and knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening.
“I love you, Emma,” he whispered, tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life. Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
“I want your beautiful hard cock inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!”
We looked, watching, feeling, sighing, as he pressed his large cock to my small pussy opening. He pushed and his large head spread my lips apart, soaked his head in my juices, and his head slipped a little further down, rubbing me in a delightful way, before my vaginal opening trapped his cockhead in place.
We looked at each other and grinned and looked back down. He pushed and his cock head entered me. The pressure was more than I had imagined. His hardness bore into me, pushing past my lips and into my tight tunnel. I gasped at the enormity of it. I watched his large head disappear somehow inside me. I could feel him spreading me open. His cock. My cock. The only cock that would ever be inside me.
He held himself there and panted. We stared at one another in surprise.
“Daniel, it feels so good! You’re huge, baby! Push inside! You won’t hurt me! Push it inside!”
We watched as he pushed another inch into me. I moaned at the pressure and pleasure. I felt something small tear and realised what little remained of my hymen was gone forever and sighed contentedly. The pain was nothing compared to the pressure. I squirmed a little, adjusting myself, and Daniel pushed a little deeper.
Our eyes were riveted to the scene. Watching our love join in the most amazing union possible. Only two inches were inside me. He pulled back a little and we watched as his cock pulled the lips of my pussy out with him. It looked obscene and glorious.
“Daniel, look at you! Filling me and stretching me! Does it feel good?”
He grunted and pushed those two marvelous inches back inside me. My wetness lubricated him, and I felt his shaft sliding delightfully inside me. I was so stretched, my clit was touched so very lightly and it sent a ripple of pure pleasure through me. There was no way sex felt this pleasurable, I thought. My head fell back, and I moaned, the sound escaping me of its own volition.
He pulled back and then slid the same two inches back inside me. My head snapped up to watch. His glorious black cock was inside me and I needed, and wanted, to feel him deeper.
“Deeper, baby! Deeper!”
He pushed an extra inch into me as I watched. Three inches of his male cock was inside me. A fucking hard male cock. My male cock. I felt something inside me stir. A crazy deep desire I had kept pent up inside. Caged like some demented demon. The cage was opening. Daniel was the key.
He pulled back and I groaned at the pleasure. His cock rubbed me inside. Touched me in a place I didn’t know existed or could give me such pleasure.
He pushed back in, and I gasped when four inches filled me. My vaginal walls hugged him, squeezed him, claimed him. I could feel his massive head encroaching my depths, claiming me. My pussy was his and he was taking it. He pulled back and we watched his cock, slick with my wetness, slide out until just his head remained inside me. I could see his glans and wanted it back inside.
He pushed back inside but this time my hips rose to meet him. I pushed hard against him and felt his cock drive deep inside me. I don’t know how much it was, but he was stopped hard by my cervix. His cock rammed up against it.
My cage door was flung open. All my desires flew free like from Pandora’s box. I could be as carnal as I wanted with my husband. I could give in to all my secret desires. This was my husband, my lover, my man, my cock. I looked down and saw two inches remained outside my vagina. I wanted it all inside me and knew he simply wouldn’t all fit.
Daniel grunted hard and pulled back his cock. We watched. My labia clung to him, stretching out and wrapped around him. His cock gleamed with white wetness. My white wetness. It looked delicious to me. I needed to taste my pussy on his cock. I smiled. I would. Later.
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Coaster Kisses
Two new acquaintances ride a roller coaster, and sparks fly.
by enri_lowren , Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The first thing I remember noticing about her was the trickle of sweat running down her back. It was nearly a hundred degrees out and humid, so it’s not like that was out of the ordinary. She was chatting with her friends in front of me in line while I stood utterly engrossed in the tiny bead as it made its way from the base of her short-cropped purple hair down her spine towards the top of her blouse.
Honestly, I was just zoning out, thinking about my friends. They were the ones who had dragged me to this stupid amusement park in the first place, but now they’d wimped out on the biggest, newest rollercoaster, a shining steel beast known, apparently, by the name “Throat-puncher Giga Smash”. Well, I wasn’t about to let a bunch of wet blankets get in the way of my chance to actually have some fun on this trip. If I was paying forty bucks for the privilege of standing in line, slowly dehydrating in heat-warning weather, interspersed by nauseating drops for five minutes–well, the theme park was going to have to earn it.
The drip slid another few inches down her tanned skin, over her next vertebrae, finally reaching the band that ran along the top of the blouse. The shirt hung off her smooth, slightly freckled shoulders, and I couldn’t help but think how attractive they looked.
I snapped back to myself as the recorded message blared over the intercom announcing the arrival of the next rollercoaster. I looked up ahead, trying to gauge how much of the line would fit on this cart, hoping that we’d all fit on somehow.
The line trudged ahead. A bored-looking, acne-spattered teen was scanning bracelets as people piled into the carts. It was looking dangerously full as the line worked its way forwards.
Finally, the group ahead of me reached the person with tickets. The worker held up their hand and gestured for them to stop. “Sorry, we only have room for four more. You five will have to wait.” I groaned. The girl’s group of five was just too many to keep me here one cycle longer.
A square, well-muscled guy up front of their little group with dark brown skin and dreads turned back. “Look, Kez... you wouldn’t mind if we went ahead? I’m sure another cart will be along in a second, and we’ll wait for you at the end.”
The girl I’d been accidentally staring at rolled her eyes and stifled a laugh. “Oh sure, now that you’re ahead of me it’s ok to split up, but on the flume ride you wouldn’t let me go ahead. Yeah, whatever, knock yourselves out. I’ll text you when I’m off.”
The other four made noises of appreciation as they pushed through the gate and lined up, but I was already zoning out again, back against the slim metal fencing the loading zone was surrounded with. I was trying to stay in the tiny sliver of shade afforded by the roof of the loading zone by leaning as far back as I could. Behind me, I felt a slight whoosh as the cart shot forward, fully loaded, with a thin scraping sound. I rested my head back, eyes closed, trying to ignore the beads of sweat trickling down from my hairline.
“Hey, uh. I don’t mean to be weird, but, do I know you from somewhere?”
A pause trailed on for a few seconds until I realized the question had been directed at me. With a jolt, I turned and looked to the remaining girl, now alone at the head of the line. “I don’t think I recognize you, but then I’ve never had a head for faces,” I said with a wry grin. “If the name would help, I usually go by En.”
It was only a moment, but I saw her eyes flick up and down, scoping me out. I was a bit taller than her, maybe one or two inches, with a decent (if wiry) build. I was wearing shitty, paint-splattered cargo shorts that showed off my toned calves, with a tank top exposing my already-sunburned shoulders. She wrinkled her nose slightly, thinking. “I feel like I woulda remembered a name like that. Nah, sorry. I was thinking about this guy I knew from middle school, but I think his name was Paul.” She shrugged.
“Poor kid. It must suck to have a name like that. Everyone confusing you with the four other Pauls in your class and plus there’s the whole religious thing to contend with. Good luck living up to a literal saint.”
She snorted. It was cute. “I guess so. Didn’t you ever get bullied, though? With a name like that?”
Now it was my turn to shrug, turning to face her. “Eh. It’s the cost of doing business. And now, people just accept it. I’m probably more confident because of my name.”
With a grin, she leaned back on the fence next to me. “I guess that’s a nice way to think...
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